Texty: Park. No Signal. The Ghost You Are.

Let's paint her chalk white
see if she reacts
to the colors i admire
all the details
she flirts out freely
all the details
die completely

scream
bury a whisper inside your room
caught in a spin towards you
when things could be different
if your hands adapted me
for some southern reason
i don't see us happening

let's paint him jet black
see if he jumps back
and loosens up the colors in his skin
all the details
she flirts out freely
all the details
die completely

scream
bury a whisper inside your room
caught in a spin towards you
when things could be different
if your hands adapted me
for some southern reason
i don't see us happening

lean into me
and i'll lean back into you

bury a whisper inside your room
caught in a spin towards you

it's easy to operate
it's easy to understand
it's easy to be that way
when you've got the upper hand

stay right where i think you are
running out of step
running towards your car
walking through walls like the ghost you are
as conscious as a mistake
as simple just to
simple just to fake